SPW 83

“You really are… bad, Rian.”

“I didn’t want you to find out, Sarang, but,”

Florian, who had thrown off his shirt, added as he pulled down his own buckle and zipper.

“it’s a shame.”

Sarang, who was looking up at Florian who had become completely nude after taking off his pants as well, squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them like a person short of breath. It must be hard to bear. A normal alpha would have pounced long ago, so much so that he wanted to pay respect to Sarang’s patience.

Suddenly, the past flashed through Florian’s mind like a kaleidoscope. The newborn Kim Sarang, Kim Sarang who was orphaned just 17 days after birth, Kim Sarang who simultaneously became Collin Debussy’s son, Kim Sarang who left his home country as if fleeing in Collin Debussy’s arms, Kim Sarang who must have grown up receiving plenty of Collin Debussy’s love in a slum where illegality and danger lurked, Kim Sarang who must have seen happiness and hope in a soccer ball that one day rolled to his feet.

Florian felt as if he could see the Kim Sarang he had never seen in person right before his eyes.

Kim Sarang, would you really have suffered under Kaia’s tyranny and met an untimely death if I hadn’t intervened? Would you have been broken before you could even display your talent and been erased from the world without anyone knowing?

“Sarang.”

“…”

The underside of the chin of Sarang, who had his eyes squeezed shut, trembled minutely. In the handsome jawline that fell perfectly to just below his ears, traces of adolescence could still be found.

Is the 21-year-old Kim Sarang living a decent life now? Should I have been satisfied just with the fact that the present Sarang did not experience what the Kim Sarang in the dream experienced at Kaia’s hands? If I had just supported him from behind, feigning ignorance, instead of appearing before the seventeen-year-old Sarang like a prince on a white horse, would he not have come to love me?

No, Florian knew the answer to that. It was destined for Sarang and Florian to meet and become deeply entangled, whether physically or psychologically. It was not some clichéd fatalism. Every time Florian tried to naturally sever ties by putting not only psychological but also physical distance between them, Sarang would get hurt and big and small problems would arise for Florian as well. Florian had to admit that they had been tied together by something powerful.

“Sarang.”

Florian, who was looking down at Sarang who kept his eyes closed, pretending not to hear despite his reason remaining, bent his upper body as if sighing. He placed his right hand on Sarang’s chest and lowered his head to press his lips against his eyelid. Hhup, as Sarang took a short breath, a thick pheromone gushed out of him.

“Ugh.”

Sarang’s chest, touching his palm, was lukewarm. It was a body barely warmed by rut fever. Sarang, who had smooth and cool skin like a python, was sensitive to the cold, yet on the pitch alone, he ran wild like a beast with hot blood boiling.

Whether it rained, snowed, or hailed, Sarang on the pitch was full of life. When the game went well and the team won and the fans cheered with joy, Sarang smiled as if he had the whole world. The predator that had fiercely charged at the opponents was nowhere to be seen, and only a Sarang-like smile remained intensely in people’s minds. Occasionally in Florian’s, too.

“Sarang.”

“Hh.”

Every time Florian’s lips, which were pressing down on his eyelid, moved, a vanilla scent leaked from between Sarang’s teeth along with a low moan, as he exhaled pheromones in puffs. Florian paid no mind to Sarang’s reaction, which seemed not to welcome, no, seemed to be afraid of a relationship with him.

He tested Sarang’s patience, showering tender kisses on the sharp line of his eyes, the cheekbones that dimpled whenever he smiled, the high bridge of his nose, and the cheeks that were soft even after being tanned by the sun.

“…Rian.”

In the end, it was Sarang who surrendered first. In truth, Florian had never once lost to Sarang until now. Rather, it was Sarang who always lost to Florian’s insistence, which was fronted by his gentleness. Sarang’s eyelids, which had given up his stubbornness this time as well, slowly pushed up. Moisture was spreading in his black pupils, which were like unripe grapes. In truth, in front of Florian, Sarang had no stubbornness to speak of.

“You’re really… too much.”

“Yes, I know.”

Florian, who agreed with a gentle smile, was even more vexing to Sarang. If only he had been mean, if only he had been cold, if only he had existed in a place so far away that he couldn’t be approached. He wouldn’t have fallen for him so helplessly.

“Take it back.”

“What should I take back, Sarang?”

“The part about bringing another omega to roll around with.”

“Yes, I’ll take it back.”

“The part about rolling around with you too, Rian.”

“Alright, that too.”

“I…”

Sarang, who was unable to continue his words, furrowed his brow as if in pain. Florian, who kissed that spot, felt as if he was getting motion sick from the fluttering heartbeat under his palm and stealthily slid his hand away.

“I don’t want to roll around with you, Rian.”

The training pants Sarang wore as loungewear had an elastic waistband, so they were easily hooked on his fingers and pulled down.

“I want to… have a relationship with you, Rian.”

Sarang, who wanted to form a relationship with at least a piece of their hearts connected, rather than rolling around like beasts, did not refuse Florian’s touch. On the contrary, at Sarang’s reaction of cooperating by lifting his waist and hips to help take off his pants, Florian found himself kissing the nape of his neck. Then, he bit down hard on the prominently protruding Adam’s apple.

“Ah.”

“From now on, the word ‘love’ is forbidden.”

“…You too, Rian?”

“No, excluding me.”

“Love is Sarang, isn’t it? Should I not say Sarang’s name from now on?”

“That’s petty.”

“It’s childish, too.”

Sarang, delirious with fever, probably had no idea what he was saying. He was just suffering from the fever, emitting pheromones from every pore of his body as if breathing. The more the pheromones Florian was slowly releasing deepened, the more Sarang’s reason floated up like a balloon at an amusement park.

“Sarang.”

“…”

“Sarang?”

Florian, who looked down steadily at Sarang who was silent even after having his pants completely taken off by someone else’s hands, burst into laughter. Sarang, with his face flushed red and lips pressed firmly together, was so cute that he cupped his cheeks and pressed a peck on the bridge of his nose.

“You too, Rian….”

As if his heart had softened at the kiss, as if he had gained courage, Sarang opened his lips, and a sweet fragrance came from his breath.

“…Change your name to Sarang.”

“Haha.”

Florian, who laughed out loud, grabbed the hem of Sarang’s shirt, which had ridden up to his navel, and whispered.

“Here, hands up.”

This time, instead of cooperating with Florian’s touch, Sarang grabbed the part behind his back and threw off the shirt himself. The upper body muscles, sculpted as precisely as a statue, were surprisingly pliable and soft. Just like Sarang’s thigh and calf muscles that Allen had kneaded like dough a while ago.

“…”

Florian, who looked down at Sarang’s nipples which were standing erect as if the indoor air was cold, lowered his lips as if drawn to them.

“Ah!”

Sarang’s eyes widened in surprise. It was a reaction from a place that had never been touched in his life. For some reason, Florian’s mood improved at that reaction. Only then realizing that his mood had not been very good, Florian this time took the opposite nipple into his mouth. As he enveloped the areola with his tongue and sucked, a reaction came from his lower body immediately.

The legs of the two, who were now entangled naked, were unintentionally interlocked, and their hot, hard erections were pressed against the thighs occupying each other’s crotches. It wasn’t the first time an alpha’s, a man’s, cock had touched his body, yet Florian wanted to newly confirm the piece of flesh that was tightly occupying his thigh and pubic bone. Since this was probably the first time he was seeing Sarang’s erection with a clear mind.

Slurp. Florian, who had sucked on a spot on the prominently protruding collarbone after the nipple, slightly lifted his upper body to check below. Silently looking down at Sarang’s erection, which was deeply entangled with his own in his crotch, Florian opened his mouth.

“It’s big.”

“…”

The cheeks of the alpha in rut, who was only excited enough for his brain to melt but did not lose his memory or have his film cut, turned even redder.

“Sarang, did you put this big thing in my hole?”

It was Sarang who was at a loss for what to do at the explicit question that came from pure curiosity.

“It doesn’t even seem like it’s fully erect yet.”

Florian, with his gaze lowered, stopped talking and swallowed dryly. Florian couldn’t exactly say he was very experienced either, but he had never received something of this size from below. Of course, as far as he could remember.

It seemed much bigger than when he had touched it to relieve Sarang’s rut fever half a year ago, when Sarang had foolishly tried to get through his rut by overdosing on suppressants. It was big back then, too. Does this make sense? It was only half a year ago.

“This big thing came into my stomach.”

“Rian…”

Whether it was because of the rut fever, Florian’s pheromones that were stimulating the rut fever, or Florian’s indifferent words and actions, Sarang began to groan more.

“Well, an omega’s hole gets wet on its own.”

Florian, who had found the answer nonchalantly, straightened his gaze. He looked down at Sarang’s face, which had turned as red as a pomegranate, and smiled brightly.

“I guess my hole gets wet particularly well.”